On Saturday night we headed out for drinks in Clapham for a friends birthday. I decided that I'd stick with my standard black outfit. Black underwear, black tights, black dress, black gangster shoes and my black coat. I added the purple bag as my token colour of the night.
In my opinion, you really just can't go wrong with black at this time of year.
As I've been spending all of my free time in stretchy yoga leggings it was definitely a shock to the system to be prancing (read: swaggering) around in a posh outfit for the night.
In other news... we're flat hunting.
It's taken over my fucking life. I haven't stepped on my mat for more than 15 minutes since Saturday and it's beginning to show. I'm dreaming about flats, speaking to about a gazillion estate agents at any one time, going over budgets, google mapping all over the place, checking transport links, filling out forms. It really is endless.
But we'll get there in the end. And it'll be glorious I'm sure. Expensive too. Because moving is always expensive.
Wish me luck!